Want to lose with Pegasus?

To be honest, even half an hour ago, this kind of thought would not appear in Fan Wencheng and Luo Shi's minds.

But now, watching the Xining Wei rushing out and defeating a Heshuote Thousand Cavalry in a storm, and then retreating to the camp almost without any injuries, the stimulation of the calmness is really strong.

At least in this short battle, the combat effectiveness shown by the Ming army was completely higher than that of Heshuote.

This made people invisibly raise their expectations for the Ming army, and naturally looked down on the Heshuote people.

After hearing Fan Wencheng's question, Luo Shi subconsciously glanced at Chao Lu.

At this time, Chaolu was obviously angry and pointed at the Ming army camp and cursed, with all kinds of dirty words endlessly.

Roche sighed and said softly: "It shouldn't be that way, this is more than 50,000 to 10,000."

With a three-fold gap in force, Luo Shi felt that no matter how powerful the Ming army was in frontal combat, it would be a draw at most, and it would be impossible to win.

After all, Fan Wencheng didn't understand military affairs. After hearing Luo Shi's words, he felt relieved and said, "That's good."

Chaolu was obviously not willing to accept this failure. He sharpened his sword and dispatched troops, and many Heshuo special cavalry approached the Ming army camp, and acted as if he was about to start a war at any time.

But the Ming army in the camp did not move at all.

Zhu Cixuan issued an order very calmly: "Let the musketeers go to the wall to guard the enemy. If the Mongols come, they will shoot, and they will ignore it if they don't come."

More than a dozen Xining Guard generals rode their horses to Zhu Cixuan. They were all the group who had just left the camp to charge, and the leader was Bater.

Bartel jumped off his horse happily and saluted Zhu Cilang: "Your Highness, we have won a great victory this time!"

Zhu Cilang smiled and patted Bater on the shoulder: "It's very good, I can see clearly that the Heshuote people were beaten so hard that they were pissed off by you."

Bartel said sincerely: "Your Highness, the musket you gave us is really useful. If it weren't for the musket, we could only watch those Heshuot people run away."

In the battle just now, it was precisely because of the powerful power of the musket that the Xining Guard led by Batel achieved such a refreshing victory.

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "Your progress has also surprised me. I didn't expect that in just a short time, you have already practiced ejaculation to this level."

Bartel raised his head and said with a little pride: "I'm sure you don't care about the prince. As long as you ride on the horse, we can practice anything quickly!"

Zhu Cilang laughed: "Well said, go and have a rest."

Looking at the backs of Bartel and others leaving, the British Duke wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhu Cixuan noticed this and smiled and said, "Duke of Britain, do you want to fight a war, right? We will go out to fight tomorrow."

When the British Duke heard this, he was overjoyed: "Your Highness can't joke with the old minister."

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's tomorrow!"

The atmosphere of the Mongolian army camp at night was somewhat dull.

Roche said slowly, "Things are not right."

Fan Wencheng asked in confusion: "Sir Luo Shi, what's wrong?"

Luo Shi said solemnly: "Mr. Fan, don't you feel it? The Ming army is leading the Mongolians' nose."

Fan Wencheng pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, Lord Luo Shi said, I do feel this way. So what should we do now?"

Luo Shi said: "Actually, according to my idea, the Heshuote people should concentrate all their forces and mobilize all the troops in Lhasa. It is the best way to join forces to eliminate this Ming army in one place."

Fan Wencheng said helplessly: "That Gu Shihan would not agree."

Luo Shi sighed and said, "Yes, let alone Gushi Khan, that Prince Chaolu has the same personality as his father and cannot listen to others at all."

Fan Wencheng blinked and said, "It's impossible that he will really lose, right?"

Luo Shi shook his head and said, "I do think it's a draw at most during the day, but after I come back, I think about it carefully, and the more I think about it, the harder I feel."

When Fan Wencheng heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

50,000 cavalry fights against 10,000 infantry and cavalry coalitions, but can't these 50,000 cavalry win?

It sounds like a fantasy thing.

Fan Wencheng breathed and muttered to himself.

"Is that Prince of Ming Dynasty really so magical?"

It's dawn.

Chaolu had just gotten up and was still sitting in the camp eating breakfast when he suddenly got a news.

"Your Highness, the Ming army opened the camp gate and began to come out to assemble."

The wine glass in Chaolu's hand immediately fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, he jumped up: "The Ming army has left the camp, really?"

After confirming the news, Chao Lu was overjoyed and laughed wildly.

"Okay, it's so great. If I pass my order on, the whole army will immediately gather in a camp and fight the Ming army!"

Chaolu has been waiting for this day for a long time!

The Ming army did leave the camp, with 10,000 Ming musketeers and more than 7,000 Xining Guard cavalry all dispatched to form an array outside the camp.

Zhu Cilang looked around the ministers present and issued an order calmly.

"After a while, we don't have to wait for the Mongols to attack first. Let's go up and get him right!"

"Ten thousand musketeers are in the central army, advancing on foot. As long as there are established enemies in front of them, musketeers must continue to advance until they completely defeat the enemy!"

"The seven thousand Xining Guards are divided into two parts, responsible for escorting the left and right wings of the central army from being harassed by the enemy cavalry. In this battle, the Xining Guards may face several times the number of enemies, so the task is very heavy and they must be prepared for a bloody battle."

"If everything goes well, we will end the battle at most at noon, and tonight we will be able to hold a celebration banquet in the Mongolian camp opposite us."

"Have you heard it clearly?"

Beside Zhu Cixuan, the Ming generals were naturally energetic and took the orders one after another.

Zhu Cilang raised his head and looked into the distance.

There, the Mongolian formation has basically been formed.

According to normal logic, the Mongol chief general should have already started to arrange his team to attack, right?

Zhu Cixuan smiled at the corner of his mouth and waved his hand: "Beat the drum, and the whole army will attack!"

Even if this is your home court, the Ming Dynasty will also be the offensive side!

The rumbling drums rang through the sky and spread throughout the battlefield, and naturally reached the ears of the Hoshuo Te General Chaolu.

Chaolu, who was dispatching generals, looked up in surprise, and after a moment, he showed a grim smile.
Chapter completed!